Prodigies of aspect grim to behold pass by, and suffer no mortal to enter this country.
The ranks galloping in headlong career through the void bid us stay our advance in this spot; they warn us to turn our rein and hold off from the accursed fields, they forbid us to approach the country beyond.

A scowling horde of ghosts draws near, and scurries furiously through the wind, bellowing drearily to the stars.

Fauns join Satyrs, and the throng of Pans mingles with the Spectres and battles with fierce visage.

The Swart ones meet the Woodland Spirits, and the pestilent phantoms strive to share the path with the Witches.

Furies poise themselves on the leap, and on them huddle the Phantoms, whom Foreboder (Fantua) joined to the Flatnoses (Satyrs), jostles.